Дипломная работа: Artistic peculiarities of short stories by E.A. Poe

With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven

Covered her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me:

Yes! That was the reason (as all men know:

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud chilling

And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of course who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And also, all the night ride, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,